Be Sexy.

Who the hell does she think she is?
In her a smidge-too-high-for-work heels...
her hair a tousled perfection...
red stained glossy lips
and that I'm-up-to-something-sneaky-but-I'm-so-innocent smile on her face.
She must have a padded bra on.
Who is she kidding?
And seriously, that's one unbutton too many on her blouse.
Hehe,
I give myself one last look in the mirror.
Sexy bitch.

Story: The Coffee Shop

The sound of metal chair legs dragging on the floor made me look up from my laptop. Even in the bustle of the coffeeshop, my eyes immediately were drawn to him. He sat less than 10 feet away, facing me. I didn't hide the fact that I was staring at him. Well, I wasn't just staring at him. I was checking him out. All the while, he just sat there, reading his magazine.

He was a lovely thing to look at. I was undressing him with my eyes, imagining what he looked like naked....between my legs. I smirked to myself then drew my eyes away from him. I focused back onto my laptop. Clicking away, reading and replying to emails. Something made me look back up. It must have been that "I feel like someone is staring at me" feeling. My eyes looked up and caught his stare. I felt myself heat up and start to sweat a bit. His eyes seemed to take control of me. There was nothing flirty about him. His stare was piercing and intense. I unlocked my eyes from his and looked back down at my laptop, trying to regain some kind of ladylike composure.

My body was hot. My breathing was short and shallow. Skin tingley. This was my body's way of telling me it wanted him.

I was startled when he came towards me. Speechless when he pulled up a chair and sat across from me at my table. My first response was to shut my laptop. My hand didn't move from the hardness of it, almost like a security blanket.

"Let's get out of here", his voice was soft yet commanding.

I didn't question. I was already lost in the moment and immediately began gathering my things and packed them all up. We stood up from the table and walked out together.

"Get in your vehicle and follow me", he instructed.

How utterly irresponsible of me to do the bidding of a complete stranger, but something deep within me could not resist. I got into my vehicle and did just as I was told. I followed him as he drove his blood red Mustang. We didn't drive for very long. Just a few turns and straight aways to a parking garage. He parked at the very top and I parked next to him.

When he opened his door, thats when I started to get nervous. I started to wonder what underwear I was wearing. Was it something sexy or homely? I was relieved to remember I had put on some semi sexy underwear that morning and thankful for doing so. I unlocked the door and he got into the passenger side.
He didn't say anything. There was really nothing to say. We both knew we wanted each other. Our mouths instantly connected. His lips were soft but the kiss was hard. His tongue probing deep. Pushing against mine. I turned my body more towards his, almost as if offering myself. How ridiculous to even think I needed to do that. I followed him here. I'm sure that was enough of a motion to let him know he could have me. The positioning in the car was awkward, but it didn't seem to stop him. Our kiss became even deeper and more hungry. I could feel his breathing change and turn into a quiet kind of growl.

I only wanted to give in.

His hands began to explore.

First over my shirt, then, under. Fingers pushing up my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples were hard and sensitive. I moaned as he felt me up. Moaned even louder when he pinched them. Pulled them. He pushed my shirt up above them and began to mouth them. My body writhed in the drivers seat as he suckled my nipples, inhaling as much of each tit into his mouth as he could. The more he sucked, the more I could feel my center wetten. His actions became more greedy. I was afraid someone would see us up here and I kept constant check of the surroundings. There were no other cars parked up here, but still, i would make an occasional scan with my eyes. Without hesitation, his hand moved underneath my skirt. Instinctively, my legs widened. He paused when he felt my pussy. Dripping wet with want.

"You are so wet", he whispered, "I want to taste you".

He plunged two fingers into me then pulled them out. I bit my bottom lip as i watched him lick my juices off of his fingers. He moaned. I gushed even more.He sat up in the passenger seat. Unbottoned and unzipped his pants. Lowering them a bit and allowing his hardened muscle to show itself. It was magnificent. "Suck my cock", he ordered, and I did.

There is something so dirty about sucking a strangers cock in a place that is not very private and I liked it. I sucked and sucked.... His cock twitching in my mouth. The more he moaned, the harder and faster I went.

"Play with your pussy while you suck me", and I did.

Both of us moaning.

My fingers wet.

My clit swollen.

Fingering, rubbing.....sucking....mouthing...The more he moaned, the closer I was to my orgasm.
All I wanted to do was make this man cum. I mouthed him with more purpose while playing with my own self, then, without warning, his hand grabbed hold of my hair. Moving my head up and down. His hips raising up. He was face fucking me. His cock was pulsating then, we both exploded into a wild simultaneous orgasm. My body releasing, his body spewing. I felt his pleasure fill my mouth and I gladly swallowed hard at my reward. My own juices heavily coated my fingers, moaning onto his softening erection.

When our moment was over, he kissed me on the cheek and thanked me kindly for my time. I thanked him as well and we both drove away from the nameless lust we had just experienced.

To Kiss

There is a moment, before the lips touch.

You stop breathing.

You stop being.

You are in the now of sweet anticipation.

Then the connection.

Inhaling each other as you swoon in a storm of intensity.

To kiss.

So intimate.

More than sex.

More than anything.

Kissing.

I can say so many things; I miss you, I want you, I love you...

all without the complication of words.

It's all those things you are trying to say, trying to convey,

without speaking.

You feel it.

You connect with another person,

pressing into another's soul.

Oh, to kiss.

Where I Long To Be

There in his embrace.
Lost in his kiss.
In a sweet thought that makes his smile shine.
In his heart.
All the places I long to be.

Making Shapes Out of Clouds

His body layed on the soft, green grass. Faced up towards the sky.
"Look up there" he said with quiet excitement. "Those clouds are so fluffy!"
He stared up at them for what seemed like eternity. He was making shapes out of clouds. Calling them out to me as his imagination created with instantaneous speed.
All I could do was stare at him. Such a handsome man.
My mind imagined all the things I would love to do to him. All the ways my body wanted to shape and mold to his, just as his mind did with the clouds.

The Mansion, Part II

The day passed as quickly as it began. The help left, and once again, it was just Master and I in the house. I retreated to my room to have my dinner, then a quiet knock on my door. I had already changed into some comfy pajamas, but answered the door anyway.

"Sir", I was surprised to see him when I opened my door.

He looked so handsome standing there with his distinguished smile on his face. I was more embarrassed being seen in my cotton two piece pajamas.

"Can I come in?", he asked.

He rarely came to this part of the house and had never come this time of evening. I swung the door wide and watched as he walked into my room. I felt small as his eyes seemed to inspect me. He walked a small single circle around me. I felt myself tense up, wondering what he must be thinking of me. I wanted him to touch me, acknowledge me in some way, but he didn't. He was a beautiful man. His confidence exuded from every pore. I wanted him. As long as I have known him, I have wanted him.

"Mary, you have worked for me for many years....yet, we have never had dinner together", I was shocked.

"Sir, I never thought it appropriate that I share a seat at the table with you", I quietly responded. My eyes dropping their gaze to the floor.

"That's really for me to decide, not you", his voice was soft but the tone was commanding.

"Come, bring your plate into the diningroom and dine with me", this wasn't an invitation. This was a demand.

"Sir, I should change then", I started rustling for something to change into.

"No" he said as he turned and started walking out. "Come just as you are. I expect you in three minutes".

I stood for a moment watching him walk. The strength in his shoulders....the boldness in his steps. I grabbed my plate and sat across him in the large dining room. Never have I eaten in this room, nor sat at this masculine wooden table. Just he and I. I didn't know what to make of this. Nervous didn't begin to describe how I was feeling.

As we ate, he asked questions about my life, how I liked my job....idle chit chat that seemed to ease my rigidity. I caught him a few times staring at me. Gazing at my almost exposed breasts. I wasn't sure if it was just me that felt the sexual tension in the air. He was quite controlled if he did. Then, his words boomed.

"Stand up".

I looked at him blankly.

"Did you hear me, Mary?"

With that, I quickly pushed out of my chair and stood.

"I want you to stand here next to me so I can get a good look at you", he said.

I had no idea what was going on, but something in me said to obey....not to question. I did as he wanted and stood next to him. Facing him. He turned his chair to face me.

"I saw what you did to Georgia this morning", I was mortified when he spoke the words.

Had he really seen the goings on in my room? This was it, he would surely fire me now.

"I knew she was peering into my room. I sleep light, so when she turned the knob, I woke....just didn't let her know it" he replied.

His eyes still taking me in.

"I want you to undress", his voice abrupt and stern.

My eyes caught his stare. His lightly colored eyes grew dark. The expression on his face became sharp, intense. I couldn't refuse. Something in me didn't want to. As I began unbuttoning my pajama top, he stood. I felt my body burn with a sudden want to oblige any request he made.

His stare was heavy.

I felt him watch my fingers as I released each button from their mini slits. His breathing grew heavy. When all the buttons were undone, I paused. He licked his lips. With fingers, I opened up my shirt...slid them away from my shoulders and let the shirt fall to the floor. I felt ashamed, embarrassed. Wondering what his thoughts were. He remained quiet. I slid my fingers into the waist of my pajama bottoms and slid them down...stepping out of them and stood completely nude. There was a slight chill in the air and I could feel my dark, brown nipples harden.

"Mary, I have had a desire for you ever since I first laid eyes on you. I have never thought it appropriate to act on my feelings", he explained.

He stood so close to me, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. I felt myself grow wet and my face flushed in embarrassment. He brought his face close to mine.

"I've had the others, you know. The other maids", his voice was a mocking, demeaning whisper.

The others? I quickly thought of the women. And I didn't know? I must have had a look of puzzlement.

"Do you think you know all the goings on here", he threw his head back and laughed.

"You are such a silly, naïve girl", his tone was belittling.

I didn't even care. All I wanted was for him to touch me...touch me as he had the others. Why not me? That question was already festering in my brain. He sat back into his chair and ordered me over his knee, just as I had Georgia over mine. I didn't have so much as a minute to think about it. He grabbed my arm and pulled my body where he wanted it to be.

Story: The Mansion Part One

The estate workers lined up in the front foyer promptly at 6:30 every morning. The 5 maids, the chef and the chauffer....all standing quietly. I gave them their once overs. Reiterating to them the importance of their duties and sent them off to do all that needed to be done at 6:35. Every morning it was the same as the Master of the estate demanded structure it was my duty to meet each of his expectations.

After meeting the chef and going over the day's menu, I made my way up the ornate staircase to the Master's suite. To my surprise, I found Georgia, one of the maids, standing with the suite door open, staring. A fear and anger rose within me. No one was permitted near the Master's suite except for me.

"Georgia", my voice low but stern, "go to my room and wait there for me".

She was startled as she didn't notice me until I spoke. She nodded and walked downstairs. I would deal with her shortly.

After she decended down the staircase, I entered the Master's room quietly and proceeded with my morning ritual. First opening the curtains, then laying out his wears for the day. I could hear him stirring in his oversized bed. I couldn't help but stare at him as he lay in slumber. I've always thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and has always been good to me as an employer. He allowed me a room in his estate not just because I had no other place to go, but it made my job easier to oversee things for him. I noticed his eyes open and I quickly finished laying his clothes out then started making my way for the door.

"Mary" his voice soft and groggy, "am I all set to start the day?"

"Yes, yes Sir", I shyly answered.

I noticed his body, nude, as he kicked off his bed covers. My body heated up and I headed out the door.

"Thank you" he said as I swung the door closed.

I had to pop the door open to say my "you're welcome" then closed the door. I was so flustered that I nearly forgot about Georgia. I made my way to my room in the far back of the mansion. There, I found Georgia, patiently waiting. Georgia was young, 23, and had been working here for about a year. New by some standards, but long enough to know the rules of the Manor. Her hair was long and dark. Her skin slightly tan and she stood about 5'2"...a tinge shorter than me.

"Now, Georgia..." I began and she turned her body to face me, "have you forgotten the rules? You are not allowed near the Master's room."

"Yes, Miss...I mean, no Miss, I had not forgotten...I just....", she couldn't find the words to explain herself.

I walked close to her and gently stroked her hair.

"Georgia, you know I'm going to have to punish you", I said with a smile.

"Yes, Miss...", she answered nervously.

I sat at the foot of my bed and patted my lap. Like a good girl, she laid her small body over my lap. Her black maid uniform barely covered her tight rump. I lifted the back of her skirt over her small rounded cheeks and caressed them. She moaned from my touch and asked her again if she understood why I was going to reprimand her and she nodded yes. I proceeded with swift, short smacks as her legs kicked behind her. Her soft cheeks began to redden and I spanked her harder for another 5 minutes. She cried in pain. Once her spankings were done, I caressed her again softly.

"Now, my dear, I trust you will remember this punishment and I won't find you in that area again"...

"Yes, Miss...it won't happen again. " And with that, I allowed her to get up from my lap. Her face red and puffy from the crying.

"Off with you now to do what needs to be done", I waved my hand at her.

She bent forward and kissed my cheek, "thank you Miss for reminding me of the rules" and off she went to finish her duties. I had to sit a moment. My body still heated from seeing the Master's nakedness as well as feeling Georgia's ass. I was wet from all the activity and had to compose myself before heading out of my room. I got up and stood in front of my full length mirror. Smoothing my uniform, the skirt had wrinkled a but from having that body on my lap. After my once over, I made my way back into the days activities.